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Niamh didn't allow herself to roll her eyes at the pale stranger, but her dark lips twitched and she could feel herself gritting her jaws together when he spoke. He must have been jabbing purely for a reaction, and Niamh was not one who took goading very well. Still, she also didn't mind being called Regent, nor did she think she necessarily had to correct him as she felt he was potentially enough of a nuisance to merit getting chased away from her pack's claimed territory. All she needed was an excuse. While she didn't tolerate being perturbed- she practically begged for it to happen.

"They did, actually," She affirmed bluntly. "Most do," She added, with a carefree shrug of one blonde shoulder. "And if they don't, they tend to get their ass kicked." She said, deadpan in her delivery to see just what he'd make of that.